When Jiao Qi entered the door, he saw his old attacker lower his head to do his homework like a good baby, raised his eyebrows slightly, and put the packing box in his hand on the table: "I have eaten, Lord Godfather."
The last sign of "扉" was decisively crooked.
The lunch was ordered by the family, and both of them loved the Chinese food. The brother named Qing Honggang delivered it to the front desk of Shijie. When Jiao Qi arrived, he just arrived and carried it up.
"How to order a take-out, I was going to take you to eat something good." Zhang Chenzheng moved the food to the coffee table and opened the boxes one by one.
"Takeaway saves time." For Jiao, who emphasizes efficiency, Ken is willing to spend time running so far to accompany the old attackers to eat. It is hard to go out and waste time.
Zhang Dayi understands the meaning of this, but this time, he was used to it, and couldn't help but take advantage of his words: "It makes sense, there is a lot of time after eating, you can play in the office for a while." What Jiao Qi said, deliberately lowered his voice.
"Go!" Jiao Qi rubbed him with his elbow and looked at Zhang Daji who grunted and felt his teeth itch. "I have something interesting here. Would you like to see it?"
"What?" Zhang Chenyu stuffed a plum of pork ribs in his mouth and looked over curiously.
Jiao Qi opened his mind and connected the projection screen in the office.
[I Zhang Chenzheng, I came out at the age of sixteen ... today, wash my hands in this golden basin and retreat from the river ...]
The video of last night was released clearly and stably.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…" Zhang Chenzheng was choked suddenly, "Hurry up, close soon."
"Then you answer me a question first."
"what?"
"You go to the rice country to see me, why don't you talk to me?"
"..." Zhang Chen froze for a moment before realizing that he had been secretly going to school to see the inflammation, all relying on the **** that sells barbecue!
[I hope Guangzong will not blame me ...] The background sound is still going on. There is not much time for Zhang Dazhen to think about, and he can only raise his hand to surrender.
"Because, I'm not sure." He peeled a shrimp and put it in the Jiaoqi bowl. He took the rice chop and pulled two mouthfuls, saying such a thing.
Jiao Qi closed the video and looked at him with some distress: "Then you took the train for eight hours, didn't you sit for nothing?"
"No," Zhang Chenzhang ate the root of the sauce and eat it. "I saw you, and I took a photo secretly, especially worthwhile. Unfortunately, the cell phone was lost when I returned to China, and I didn't keep it ... oh, this It's delicious, you taste it. "
"You have taken the first place in the world, and still feel unsure?"
"I'm Zhang Chenxuan doing things. I can't shoot without sure."
"But you said before that you should try 30% of the time, 50% of the time you have to do it, and 70% of the time you have to go down." This is the success of Chen Chen's father, and many students Be the motto.
"That's the business story, and you're not afraid of failing to do business," Zhang Chenxi laughed.
Jiao Qi froze.
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